One of those days, yep.

I love my dog.

I love my dog.

I love my dog.

I love my dog.

I love my dog even though he just chewed up a $20 bill nearly past the point of recognition. I may be able to bring it to the bank to have it replaced. Maybe. I think there's enough of it.

I love my dog even though that $20 was part of a team, and I cannot find the other $20 bill that was its mate. It is possible Darwin just had a $40 meal.

I love my dog even though he went into my dirty laundry and pulled the money out of my pants pocket.

I love my dog even if I am upset beyond the telling of it right now.


EDIT: Okay. I've found the other $20, and I've found... most of the serial number from the first bill. I think there's enough there for them to replace the bill. And I am totally TOTALLY taking a picture of this thing, because I almost don't believe it myself.

...

I still can't believe he went into my pants pocket.